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Dale, who writes the comics.

your mom so unpatriotic/
these plants so strangling and exotic

In my naive fantasies, people often ask me, "Dale where do you get your ideas?"

And I tell them:

I see them in the subway.

I know it is her briefly sliding in to a taxi cab among the crowded city. Hailing a car I follow through similar unfamiliar streets. Inevitably, I am left with only her description which I post for you each week.

UGH! Why I can't stand your friends!

1) They don't seem to like me!

2) Why are they always acting like that?

3) What are they whispering among themselves?

4) The products and genres they endorse are too far removed from those I support.

5) I know I just know they are trying to tear us apart, my precious piglet!

And THAT, young lady, is why we have RULES in this house of terrible ghosts where our host bodies are left limp and disoriented until we inhabit them to remember the feel of what it is like to breathe and touch and other similar sensations forever stripped from us, the damned.

your pal,


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David, who draws the comics.

The Last Fifteen Minutes Always Take Three Hours

The comic is one day late this week, in observance of Travel All Week And Don't Start the Comic Until Late On Friday Week. I hope your experience has been as enriching as mine.

This issue concerns memories and the bitter(sweet) pangs thereof, and it arrives concurrently with some new memories of my own. The memories are sweet but the remembering is bitter and sweet. I recently told my dear friend Rachel that I never really miss anything very much, which in hindsight is very funny, and also bitter. Why, on this night, do we eat horseradish with our matzah? Because when our ancestors fled from Mitzrayim, it was on sale. And they needed a lot, for the desert.

Scott McCloud, author of Understanding Comics (an insightful comic book about the nature of its own medium), has given us a shout out on his weblog. This is both very nice and gently surreal, because in high school his book was a favorite of mine. I remember recommending it to our librarian, who bought it for the school. It sat on a high shelf, near a window which looks out over a pond, for about a week before my friend Paul stole it. Paul loves comics.

Amidst the blows and bruises of a world not designed for human contentment, I hope you find refuge in the steady, unfaltering pulse of ALILBTDII, once a week, with certainty, now and forever, until the internet is destroyed.

Love, David

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